Emily's POV
I was sitting in my cabin, staring at the ceiling, knowing the door was going to open any minute with someone who was going to tell me I was going to have to go to the party, at the beach where people might think I'm wierd cause I'm not swimming. The door burst open. John was standing there. He smiled, I could see his eyes laughing at me for not going to the party to check out his decorations and set up so instead of leaving me in peace like I would have liked he dragged me off my bed and all the way to the party. I have to hand it to the Apollo cabin, they are pretty good at making party set ups.
There was a lage green tent that was probably where all the music and dancing was taking place. A long table was filled with food and whenever a plate of food was emptied, more would magically appear. That's when I saw the water, I gulped and was about to start running away in fear when I felt John's arms wrapped my legs, lifting me over his shoulder, wading into the water, me thumping on his back, screaming but everyone thought I was laughing. Then he threw me. He picked me up and threw me, far into the deep end and no one seemed to understand my scream of fear and pain.
I plunged into the deep water, struggling to get to the top. I should've been able to swim in the water and breathe but it is very hard to open your mouth and breathe in sea water. I got my leg tangled up in some seaweed and I struggled to get out. My struggles made my left leg find a large, hard rock to sit on while I tried to get out of the seaweed. My air supply was running out and I ripped the seaweed apart, blanced myself on the rock, managed to control the currents so that they wouldn't push me down and before I could push myself off the rock I saw a large, terrifying shark. It took all of my willpower not to scream because that might make it eat me. I pushed my carcass off of the rock and gasped in the wonderful, cooling air before I submerged back under water. Some how when I pushed myself off of the rock I pushed myself away from any hard surface so when I plunged into the water the only thing under me that was hard was probably 1,000 miles below. The shark had been following me because it was right there and before it could disapper I grabbed the dorsal fin and he - I think it's a boy - took off as soon as my hands were gripped onto to him so hard his dorsal fin could have broken off from my grip. I took a risk of getting eaten. Life sucks.
I noticed I wasn't dry like Nico and John had always told me I could be when I was water but then again I really didn't want to be dry because then I would feel uncomfortable. Jacob - that's what I named the shark - slowed down when I stroked his head. I smiled and found myself breathing in the water. It was weird and cool. It felt just like I was breathing in air. I looked at Jacob's gills and concentrated on that, not knowing why. Then I felt this unbearable pain through out my body. My ribs felt like they were being ripped into a thousand pieces. Still gripping Jacob's fin I pulled up my shirt, revealing three short cuts, just like Jacob's gills. My mouth dropped open and a school of small fries swam in and out. When they were gone I silently laughed. My mom used to tell me to shut my mouth unless I wanted to catch flies. Now I was catching fries! Change the l to a r and... you have no clue what I'm talking about. Ah well. I looked at Jacob and stoked his gills then stoked his head. I couldn't tell what type of shark he was. Maybe a great white. Hmm. I shrugged. It didn't matter what type of shark he was, he just saved my life from a horrible death. He slipped into a small cave and stopped. I got off with caution then slid off when I felt sand beneath my feet. Reason I was being cautious was because water makes things look bigger and closer. He seemed to nod in his shark like manner then he made a movement that looked like pointing. I looked and saw a small group o fish and understood what he meant. He needed to hunt so I gesture for him to go without even thinking how I was supposed to get to shore. For about an hour I waited, occupying myself with drawing in the sand or signing to myself or just watching the fish swim around. Finally Jacob came back. As I waded into the water a terrifying thought came: What if I fell off of Jacob and died. A voice came into my head, telling me to stop think like that. It sounded like Nico which made me relize I had been gone for about an hour or more, they probably wondered what happened to me and Grover probably told them I was scared of the water which would make Nico get mad at John and they would start fighting. I could picture it in my mind and I winced. My mind made it look very bloody. I grabbed Jacob's dorsal fin a kicked his fin as if signaling to make him hurry to camp. He understood what I meant because he sped off as fast as a cheetah runs on land.
We got to camp in about 45 minutes. As soon as I felt part of my body emerge from the water I slid off of Jacob and nodded, silently thanking him. He swam off as I walked out, dripping wet. I saw Nico and John fighting. The good thing was it wasn't as bloody than my stupid thoughts but both boys had a few splotches of blood on them. I ran up to them. People gasped but Nico and John didn't see me yet so they continued fighting. I pulled Nico off of John and made him look at me so he could see I wasn't dead... yet. He stared at me with those deep, dark brown eyes. Just like Jacob's eyes. Then I wacked him on the top of his head, letting go of him I did the same to John. I grabbed Grover's arm and had him say all the things I was signing.
You two are complete idiots. I'm gone for an hour and fourty-five minutes and you think I'm dead. It's stupid. You didn't even think about the fact I'm the daughter of Posiedon. Just because Grover, probably, told I can't swim doesn't mean you have to think I'm dead. If Percy couldn't swim would you think he's dead?
I left that part hanging because I wanted them to answer it for themselves. I felt anger rising in me and before I could take it out on anybody I stormed off, leaving everyone staring.